It’s not often I am easily rattled – unless, of course, it’s something pertaining to one of my children. We had one of the scariest experiences of our life over this past couple weeks – May 9th, to be exact – and it was completely unexpected and totally terrifying. Here’s what happened.
Our dreams came true. We are finally officially homeowners!
Buying a house is a lot of work.
There is so much that goes into it all that you never knew about until you’re actually tossed into the process. There are lenders, realtors, and paperwork coming out of your ears. There’s appraisals and assessments. There’s highs and lows. There’s finding a house you are in love with, and being told you can’t have that one particular house because you can’t quite come to an agreement with the seller. There’s location, and extras that we want or don’t want. There’s just so much ‘stuff’ involved and we never really knew the full scope of it all until now.
There’s a lot of ups and downs.
We are still searching for the perfect home for our family. It’s been stressful, but also, fun. It’s given us a goal to work towards, something to be excited about. We have found a few we really like, and although we lost the first two houses we were in love with, life goes on. That just means those weren’t the houses for us. I believe God will lead us where he wants us to be. Since I’ve prayed about it, I’m sort of just going with the flow of things and he will bring us to ‘the one’ and help us know which decision is right for us!
Another really cool thing about this whole process is, it’s taught us to save money better than ever before. I don’t think we ever really did a good job of it until now. He and I make pretty incredible money together, and now we finally have budgeting and saving under control. We could do better, but we are doing pretty great and I’m proud of us!
I’m curious. How long did it take you to buy your first home after you started the initial process? How did you know that the house you bought was ‘the one’?
I’d love to hear your thoughts and if you have any tips for this first time home buying couple, I would love to hear them!
The weather here in South Florida is beautiful lately. I just love that time just before dusk, as the sky takes on a personality of its own. The shades strewn across the sky are vibrant, colorful, and perfected. It’s as if God himself took up a paintbrush and said, “Let there be color.”
On one such evening around dusk — as a matter of fact, it was two nights ago –I was driving home from getting my daughter a birthday present. I had the windows down, driving along slowly down the street, enjoying the beautiful 74 degrees outside. It was so peaceful and I wanted to stay locked in that moment for a little while.
I glanced up at the sky and made an observation. One half of the sky was bright, sunny, and vibrant, like it hadn’t a care in the world. The clouds were white and pillowy, and the sky itself was the deepest blue. On the other side of the sky, everything was gray as it usually is this time of year. Thunderstorms and rain storms abound throughout these months in South West Florida. Nothing major to see here. However; one single thing stood out to me. There was this one small, bright cloud contrasting against all of the scary gray and darkness. It just hung out there in the sky, as if it didn’t notice the trouble brewing just behind it. It wasn’t afraid of the storm. It just existed right there as it was, as it wanted to. Set apart. Brave. Content. Happy.
It was beautiful.
To me, it was the perfect example of the mother, wife, and person I want to be.
This world is filled with darkness, and hate, and unhappy people. It’s so easy to get caught up in negativity. It’s everywhere we turn.
If you turn on the nightly news, its filled with hate, terror, sadness, and destruction. There is war and famine. People are running for their lives. There are fires burning, volcanoes erupting. Earthquakes are occuring at an alarming rate. Murder is on the rise.
In a world filled with so much darkness, I want to be that cloud. That bright, white light against the backdrop of terror and destruction. I want to be happiness, and safety and a beacon of hope. I want my family and my husband to look to me for solidarity and safety and happiness when this world crushes their spirit or leaves them hoping for a better day.
I want to be that little white cloud. I want to stand up for myself and those I love. I want to fight back against everything that says I can’t, and show everyone that I can. I want to be brave and shine the light that lives within me, because I have so much light to give.
It’s funny how such a small, insignificant thing as a cloud could provide so much inspiration on a simple drive home from a store on a weekend afternoon. But it did. And I am so thankful I took the time to just look up.
Big news: WE ARE BUYING A HOUSE!
“My husband had an affair.”
It’s something I have heard countless times since being married from other married women. I always felt so bad for them, but always knew my husband would never do it to me.
Until he did.
Another year has come and gone. Within the past year, so many things have transpired. Life has seen more share of downs than ups. At the end of the day, one thing’s for certain: I am 100% ready for 2017 to come to a close, and so ready for 2018 to make its appearance.
It is with that I say to you, I wish you all a safe, happy, and prosperous New Year filled with love, laughter, peace and joy. May you be and stay in good health, and may your families do the same.
I hope 2018 is everyone’s best year yet!
Today has been a pretty depressing day for me, and I’ve spent the entire morning crying. It’s just one of those days.
Meanwhile, my toddler is outside playing with daddy, and he runs in the house to me and hands me a shriveled and crunchy brown leaf. I immediately cried. This is the first thing he’s ever found and given me from outside. Most kids usually pick flowers. He picked a leaf. But he was proud of it, and so am I.
It’s incredible how such a small gesture could warm my heart so. It’s amazing how a teeny, insignificant little leaf could make me feel so many emotions, and pull at my heart strings.
If I would have seen it laying on the ground, it would have been like any other leaf. Meaningless, and one of many. I probably would have stepped on it without an afterthought. But because it came from him, that changed everything.
I am going to do my best to keep this little leaf safe forever. I want to have it when I’m old and remember my sweet, beautiful boy running to me with a smile on his face to bring me this leaf. I never want to lose this memory.
He gave me a leaf, and he stole my heart.
Last night, as I was sitting and watching The Hunt with John Walsh (incredible show, by the way – I highly recommend it for those of you who haven’t seen it — and if you don’t know his story, his son was the little boy ‘Adam Walsh’ who ‘Code Adam’ at WalMart was created after – read the heart wrenching story by purchasing his book No Mercy) I was deeply saddened as the episode was about Human Trafficking and child prostitution. It made me want to learn more about how prevalent it is in my area, and what I found blew my mind.
Tonight, I am writing out of anger and disbelief.
Here’s what happened.